To: selene_bj From: doppelgangerqaf Title: Tenth Hour Betaed by: positive_pat Gift Request: A B/J post-510 or post-513 fic or drabble which is with angst but with a happy ending Rating: NC-17. Summary: Countdown to the tenth hour… A/N: Selene, I hope this is, or at least, this is close to what you wanted… Have a Happy New Year!!!! *Dops
"Tenth Hour" By Doppelganger
9 A.M.
Brian opens his eyes and wakes up to a room that he has become accustomed to. A weekend of his every month for the last year, he’s been spending in this tiny apartment. He adjusts his body to turn to his left; a smile breaks on his face when he sees a pair of blue eyes watching him.
Justin kisses him on the mouth, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Did he?
The chilly winter weather made him curl under Justin’s comforter last night. The heat in Justin’s apartment isn’t--never--working properly. The noise of the city kept him up most of the night. And the window next to Justin’s bed has a slight draft coming in that made him shiver every time Justin pulled the comforter from him. In response to this; he moved his body closer to Justin’s; his limbs wrapped around Justin’s tinier built.
His skin on Justin’s skin…
Justin’s familiar and comforting scent danced in his nose; and like a sleeping pill, it slowly helped him doze off into a deep slumber at about 1.44 in the morning.
So, did he…
Did he sleep well last night?
“Just like a baby,” he replies, lips roll in his mouth.
Justin smiles widely then asks, “What are we doing today?”
“Stay in bed… Fuck?” Brian suppresses a smile; he looks into Justin’s blue eyes. Justin doesn’t speak; his fingers run through Brian’s hair; Brian closes his eyes. Then Justin runs a finger on Brian’s right eyebrow. Justin repeats the motion a couple of times. Brian opens his eyes waking Justin up from his day dream.
Justin then says, “We can go for a walk. Eat something before—”
“I say,” Brian purposely cuts Justin off, “We stay in bed for another hour,” Brian gets up and places Justin underneath him. “Then, take a shower,” Brian continues and rolls Justin over quickly but carefully. “And maybe, we’ll go eat…” Brian places his mouth on Justin’s shoulder.
Justin starts to protest but his words are trap within his throat. Brian, like a purring cat, rubs his auburn head on Justin’s back; Justin’s muffled words turn into a long, sensual moan.
Then Brian doesn’t move; he picks his head up and he doesn’t put weight on Justin—his skin barely touches Justin. He gazes at Justin’s back, This is how it feels…, Brian thinks to himself. The cold space between his body and Justin’s body leaves him empty. A rush of loneliness fills him, then he thinks, It’s only time… Brian slowly rests his forehead on Justin’s yellow head.
Brian sighs; Justin feels Brian’s heavy breathing.
I know… Justin whispers to himself; his eyes tightly shut. Justin turns around and faces Brian. Justin reaches for Brian’s head but Brian doesn’t need guidance; he voluntarily leans in and brushes his lips against Justin’s parted mouth. Teeth biting lips; tongue tasting tongue; these are the introduction to the dance they perform so perfectly well together.
Brian rests his palms on either side of Justin’s face; his mouth devours Justin’s mouth.
Justin sees the hunger, the need in Brian’s eyes. The same intense emotion Justin had seen in Brian years ago… The same intense feeling that keeps Justin holding on all these years. The same intense burning, Justin knows is only meant for him and no one else.
Brian smiles by Justin’s mouth, but Brian’s smile never reaches his hazel eyes. Justin swallows; it will not be spent like this, he decides and slightly pushes himself up…
Justin closes his eyes and presses his lips harder on Brian. He traps Brian’s lower lip between his full lips and sucks on it gently. Brian moans; Justin takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Then, Justin moves his mouth on the side of Brian’s face; then onto Brian’s chin. Justin licks his way down to Brian’s neck. Justin’s hands freely touch every inch of Brian’s lean and hard body. Justin’s hands memorize Brian--each part, each crest; each muscle. And when Justin finds Brian’s long and well-aroused member, he takes it in his hand and rests it on top of his own glistening cock. Brian’s breathing becomes more intense. Justin jerks their cocks together; Brian’s hips move with Justin’s palm. They both look up at the same time to watch each other’s face; their eyes lock and speak of the undeniable truth of how much they are so in tune with each other’s needs. Justin without any hesitation or inhibitions tells Brian, “Fuck me.”
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Brian’s body quivers and collapses on top of Justin’s arcing body. His body weakens but looking at Justin’s sweaty and burning face, Brian automatically heats up all over again. Brian doesn’t pull out and lets Justin’s spill that leaves a pool on Justin’s stomach touches him as he rests on top of Justin.
Justin with a dreamy smile on his face says, “I’m all wet and sticky…”
…he lays there and holds me… all w et and sticky…
To Brian, the words ring Michael’s words when he once asked Michael what the Doc-- Michael’s ex-boyfriend- does after having sex…
“When he comes, does he run to the shower or, does he lay there and hold you tight all wet and sticky?”
Then, he thought it was absurd; Michael’s romantic ideals…
He looks at Justin and with the same dreamy smile he replies, “I don’t care,” and kisses Justin in the mouth. Justin wraps his legs around Brian’s waist; he moves upward once; then twice. Erotic little movements waking every single sense in Brian; sending Brian thrusting hard and deep inside Justin’s welcoming body once again.
**********
12.01 noon.
As they lay, one body on top of the other, they hear their stomachs growl. They laugh and finally decide to get up and take a quick shower. In the shower, they soap each other’s body. And face to face, they stand under the warm water, rinsing, kissing, touching.
They get out of the shower and dry their bodies with the same towel. They avoid looking at the un-made bed and what sits right by the foot of it.
Not right now, Brian thinks.
No, not right now, Justin thinks.
They walk out of Justin’s apartment an hour later. The weather is not as20brutal as it was last night. It is fairly warm at 50 degrees but Brian appreciates his leather jacket. He wears a white wool cardigan underneath it and a pair of denim jeans while Justin wears a scarf around his neck and his black wool coat. Brian doesn’t wear his gloves and clasps Justin’s hand firmly instead. They start walking--from East Village where Justin’s apartment is located--towards Christopher St.
Their bodies bump each other whenever they make a step but they don’t seem to mind. Brian wears his dark glasses; Justin’s luscious blond hair glows in the sunlight. They walk quietly; short conversations are exchange between them. They often stop to look through a window of a shop; Brian would then stand behind Justin, wrapping one arm around Justin’s chest. Brian would watch Justin’s face through the glass window as Justin peeks and makes surprise and happy faces when he sees something he likes.
Justin… Brian whispers in his head.
They pass Sheridan Square Park where George Segal’s sculptures, that commemorate gay rights and activism back in 1970’s in relation to the Stonewall riots, are displayed. They stop momentarily to check the Venezuelan restaurant right across the park. Then they decide to eat somewhere else. They pass along galleries and an interesting toy store. They look inside the art galleries and peek in the toy store as well.
2.30 P.M.
Afterwards , they continue to Greenwich Ave. where they turn left and find a Chinese restaurant Justin absolutely loves.
Brian agrees to have some Chinese food. They talk while they eat; their conversation evolves around their friends and families and things that happened in the past, putting smiles on their faces. But they avoid talking about what is ahead of them. While sipping their coffee after lunch, Brian and Justin just sit quietly looking at each other.
“We’ll have to go back soon,” Brian speaks with a low voice; he clears his throat as he checks his watch. 3.34 P.M.
Justin wishes he could see Brian’s eyes but then he tells himself he’d rather not because he knows what they would tell him… “I guess so, huh?” Justin replies instead. They get up and carry the same load they have been hauling around since the minute they got up this morning.
They start walking back to Justin’s apartment but their pace is slower this time. It starts to rain as they re-trace their steps. They do not bother calling a cab; with Brian’s arm wrap around Justin’s shoulder, they walk under the cold drizzle.
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4.04 P.M.
Justin is pin against the wall next to the door of the still locked door of his apartment. Brian’s damp hair kisses Justin8 0s forehead as Brian brings his face down to claim Justin’s mouth. The cold rain water from Brian’s hair drips onto Justin’s forehead and slowly makes a trail of tear-like droplets down Justin’s cheek. Brian gently brushes them off.
Justin fumbles for the apartment key in his coat pocket. When he finally finds it, he hands it to Brian who quickly unlocks the door. As soon as they get inside; their damp clothes are ripped off of their wet bodies.
They don’t make it to the bed; Brian once again pins Justin against the wall; Justin’s face pressed on the cold surface of the apartment. Quickly but with accuracy, Brian enters Justin after putting a condom on. A loud whimper escapes Justin’s lips. Brian then takes it slowly; he buries his face between Justin’s neck and shoulder as he inches his way into Justin. Then, once again, they find their rhythm and start to move. Justin’s hands long to reach for something to hold on to for support as his body is crushed deliciously between the wall and Brian’s pumping body. Brian’s right arm wraps around Justin’s chest raising Justin’s body off the apartment’s carpeted floor. Justin groans as he nears climax; he feels the tip of Brian’s cock hitting his spot over and over and over again. The sensation intensifies as Brian’s hips move faster and pump harder.
One more…
One more long, hard thrust and Justin spills in his hand. Brian sinks his teeth in Justin’s shoulder as he too, reaches orgasm. Justin falls back and rests his body on Brian. Brian kisses Justin on the cheek as his softening cock slips out of Justin’s body. Then, Brian whispers in Justin’s ear making Justin give out a sad, pained smile. Justin turns around and tells Brian, “I know,” then wraps his arms around Brian.
**********
4.34 P.M.
They get dressed quietly; they once or twice look at each other. Brian picks up the phone and calls a cab, “JFK,” he looks up and sees Justin watching him, “East Village, yes. That’s right, that’s the apartment building. Thanks.”
“It’s time to go,” Justin says.
Brian rolls his lips in his mouth; he smiles and nods.
**********
5.35 P.M
Brian and Justin walk inside John F. Kennedy International Airport. For a moment, they feel overwhelmed. The busy, chaotic scenery in the airport is enough to give someone a headache. But overwhelming as it might, the chaos doesn’t dwarf the stage set for Brian and Justin.
When the luggages are all checked in, Justin stands in front of Brian.
“It’s at 6.40...” Justin tells Brian.
“I know…” Brian replies; he bends down and picks up his bag and carries it on his shoulder.
“You have to check in, too,” Justin doesn’t look up.
“I know…” Brian smiles; his replies are sounding more and more alike, he thinks as he tries to cheer himself up.
“I will see you--”
“Have fun,” Brian cuts Justin off.
“I will,” Justin looks up this time. “It’s Italy… It’ll be amazing…” Justin smiles, and then quickly takes the smile back.
Brian nods, “You’ll have a blast,” Brian reaches for Justin’s face. “Italian men are hot,” Brian tries to grin.
“Not as hot as you,” Justin gives out a big genuine smile this time but Brian notices the glass-look in Justin’s eyes. Brian couldn’t resist; he pulls Justin inside his arms.
Brian hears Justin’s deep and long sighs.
“I will miss you…” Justin speaks. “I will miss you terribly.”
Brian smiles, “It’s just a year…”
Justin has been given an opportunity to showcase his pieces at a very prestigious gallery in Rome. Brian encouraged Justin to go… “Carpe diem,” he said to Justin.
Justin nods.
Brian sighs and pulls Justin once again, “I have to go…”
“Yeah…”
“It’s 6.15... I have to go…” Brian says then slightly moves his body away from Justin so he can look at Justin’s face. Then Brian plants a soft, gentle kiss on Justin’s lips.
Justin swallows.
Brian smiles “Take care…”
“You, too.”
Brian nods. Silence.
Then, “I love you,” Brian whispers in Justin’s mouth.
Justin smiles, “I love you, too.”
Right then, Brian lets go and starts walking away. On the tenth hour from the time he woke up, Brian will board his plane, that will take him back to the place he’d always call home.
Brian turns his head around and sees Justin watching him.
Back to home..
Only, it doesn’t feel that way anymore…
-FIN-
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EPILOUGE
A couple months passed. Brian has been consistent with his emails and phone calls with Justin. He’s happy Justin’s living his life. But a lot of times-- a lot of times Brian sits in the manor or in the loft, or even in his office at Kinnetik-- thinking, wishing his fingers could run through Justin’s long blond hair.
He often slips away and dreams of pressing his lips on Justin’s lips.
Finally, he gets tired of dreaming. He needs a distraction, he decides.
**********
2.14 P.M. A 15 hr. 36 minute flight awaits Brian. He settles in his seat, inside the plane that will take him to Washington D.C. then Paris.